My Life For Hire (Larry Stylinson AU)[ON HOLD INDEFINITELY]

Chapter 7

Harry's POV

It's been almost two months since my mum gave me up. Holland only comes twice a week now. She says that "I'm getting better," we've been working on my Anti-Social personality. My DPD is only getting worse, and it's annoying. The person I mainly stick to is Louis. I feel uncomfortable without him.

Although I barely see Holland since I've first came here, I've developed another disorder. It's Avoidant Personality. It's been developing since that Conner incident. Holland says it's developed rather quickly.

My marks in school have gone down drastically. My ADHD is getting worse, and my dyslexia is making everything more difficult. I barely even talk anymore, I just have nothing to talk about.

I rolled over in bed, it was cold this morning. Colder than usual, and I didn't like it. I wanted it to be warmer. I liked warmth... but then again, who doesn't?

I stood from my bed and walked into my closet. I took off my trousers, changed my boxers, and pulled on some black skinny jeans. They had large holes at the knees, I called them My Cameron Liddell jeans. Cameron Liddell's jeans always had large holes at the knees.

I pulled a Black Veil Brides band shirt over my head and put on some clean socks. I laced up my black high top Converse. I shoved my phone in my back pocket, and my iPod in my other back pocket. I shrugged on a plain black sweater and walked out my room.

I was hoping Holland wouldn't be here today, it was Saturday. I wasn't really in the mood to have counseling today. I wanted to just lay down and ignore everybody.

I walked into the living room and flopped down onto the couch face first. I've never noticed it, but this couch was really, really comfortable. It was nice and squishy.

Someone tapped my shoulder. I looked up, and I nearly jumped out of my skin.

I was looking into cold dead black eyes. The eyelids were half closing, the mouth was slightly agape, showing off the crooked yellow teeth. It was only a head, pieced of skin hung from where it was been torn off. It gave off a disgusting smell, the skin was grey and the lips no longer had colour as if they were alive.

"Gah!" I cried, jumping up and flipping myself over the couch. "Get that thing away from me!" Zayn frowned, he looked down at the head and then held it closer to me.

"I didn't know what to do with it, so I thought you might," He shrugged casually, as if this was an everyday thing.

"What makes you think I know what to do with it!? Zayn it's been a month since I told you to do something with it! Throw it away or something!" I snapped and looked away from the head. I was afraid that if I looked at it, it'd blink or something.

"Oh..." Zayn frowned again, "why didn't I think of that?"

"Maybe it's because you're stupid?" I asked, he growled and bared his fangs at me. His fangs retracted, he smiled at me before he walked away.

And they say I'm Bipolar.

My head snapped in the direction of the sound of the front door opening. Louis and Liam walked in laughing loudly. Louis stopped and smiled at me, "you're awake!" He ran over and tackled me onto the other side of the couch. We rolled off the couch and hit the floor. Louis' body crushing me.

"Can't... breathe... Louis..." I gasped. He quickly got off of me.

"Sorry, Mate." He chuckled and pulled me to my feet. "How about we go into to town and watch a film?" I made a face. Human interaction today? No thank you, I already get enough of that at school. "Is that a no?"